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A blurry image – the eerie closeness, the chase and the fateful end
There was no going back or a way for the canvas to mend
In the light of the day, she limped home and said, “Why me? Sid”
I stared into her eyes and thought, “I wish I knew. Like you I too am a kid”
A wave here and a wave there, she was their star she knew
She cried every night into her pillow and none of them had a cue
She walked up to him and said, “How strange is life or time, I can hear it tic toc”
Tucked in the basement of New York block is my home, a small jazz bar that also plays rock
- Meghana